{"id":749,"date":"2006-08-04T18:40:27","date_gmt":"2006-08-05T01:40:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/angrypirate.dreamhosters.com\/wordpress\/?p=749"},"modified":"2006-08-04T18:40:27","modified_gmt":"2006-08-05T01:40:27","slug":"instrument-of-choice","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/instrument-of-choice\/","title":{"rendered":"Instrument of choice"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;\">\n <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/angrypirate\/206892207\/\" title=\"photo sharing\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/static.flickr.com\/87\/206892207_a94be28665.jpg\" alt=\"\" style=\"border: solid 2px #000000;\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n <br \/>\n <span style=\"font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;\"><br \/>\n  <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/angrypirate\/206892207\/\">Instrument of choice<\/a><br \/>\n  <br \/>\n  Originally uploaded by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/people\/angrypirate\/\">angrypirate<\/a>.<br \/>\n <\/span>\n<\/div>\n<p>By robert philips<\/p>\n<p>She was a girl<br \/>\nNo one ever chose<br \/>\nFor teams or clubs,<br \/>\nDances or dates,<\/p>\n<p>So she chose the instrument<br \/>\nNo one else wanted:<br \/>\nThe tuba. Big as herself,<br \/>\nHeavy as her heart,<\/p>\n<p>Its golden tubes<br \/>\nAnd coils encircled her<br \/>\nLike a lover&#8217;s embrace.<br \/>\nIts body pressed on hers.<\/p>\n<p>Into its mouthpiece she blew<br \/>\nLife, its deep-throated<br \/>\nOompahs, oompahs sounding,<br \/>\nAlmost, like making cries.<\/p>\n<p> From <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/gp\/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&#038;tag=indiegeekcom&#038;camp=1789&#038;creative=9325&#038;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Fgp%2Fproduct%2F0142003441%2Fsr%3D1-1%2Fqid%3D1154914593%2Fref%3Dpd_bbs_1%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dbooks\">Good Poems<\/a>. Selections by garrison keillor<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Instrument of choice Originally uploaded by angrypirate. By robert philips She was a girl No one ever chose For teams or clubs, Dances or dates, So she chose the instrument No one else wanted: The tuba. Big as herself, Heavy as her heart, Its golden tubes And coils encircled her Like a lover&#8217;s embrace. Its [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-749","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/749","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=749"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/749\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=749"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=749"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.alannarisse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=749"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}